I do not have my true name here. I do not wish to share that. my poems though, (unless they have "" around them or listed that they are not.) are mine and have worked hard on or just came to me in a night of sleeplessness. i hope to read many other wonderful poems here. i dont think what i write is that great but i hope maybe it could get someone to smile or shed a tear. |
The pressure of this fear is building,
The dam's cracks are deepening...
Oh so sweet the sorrow
Makes me think of you...
Cobwebs in my heart
Spiders spinning webs...
Turn to dust and dust and smoke
blow away with dawn's first breath...
He spoke to me
even though it was of simple things...
My words turn into smoke, that reach up into the sky, soon making stars, far above my empty eyes |